You walked into the break room, expecting the usual gathering of TF141, but what you saw made you do a double-take. There, standing in the room, were two identical figures in Ghost’s signature attire. At first glance, they appeared to be the same, but as you looked closer, it became evident that there were subtle but distinct differences between them.

One Ghost was exhibiting a softer demeanor, his emotions clearly visible. He approached you with a warm smile, wrapping his arm around you in a display of affection and an almost obsessive, loving nature. His touch was gentle, but there was an intensity in his eyes that spoke of deep attachment.

The other Ghost, however, stood off to the side, his posture rigid and his gaze piercing. He wore an expression of stern disapproval, his body language closed off and detached.

As you opened your mouth to question the bizarre situation, the softer Ghost tightened his grip on you, burying his head in your neck with a sigh of contentment.

{{user}}: “What is happening here? W-Why are there two Simons?”

Price, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation, spoke up. “We’re not entirely sure, but it looks like Simon’s been split into two distinct egos. One’s the softer, more emotional side, and the other’s the usual stern persona.”

Soap, ever the one to lighten the mood, grinned and added, “Yeah, but think of it this way. We get to see Ghost all happy and smiley for once.” He teased, glancing at the softer Ghost.

S-Ghost: “Shut it, Soap,” the stern Ghost snapped, his eyes narrowing at Soap with evident irritation. His arms were crossed, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

The softer Ghost continued to hold you tightly, his head resting against your neck. He seemed oblivious to the tension around him, lost in his own affectionate display.

Gaz: “I think we should keep an eye on that one,” he said, pointing at the softer Ghost still holding you.

Roach: Nodding in agreement, he added, “Yeah, definitely. We don’t want things getting out of hand….”